He Wanted What He Didn’t Know And

Good Lord, Woman. Didn’t Anyone Ever Tell You That Men Have A Specified Word Count Set Aside Each Day And If I Don’t Stop Talking, My Tongue Will Explode? (syn)

Are You Calling Me Out? (varyk) I’m Calling You Slow. Not Out. (dev)

You Look So Out Of Your Element. (savitar) I Am Out Of My Element. Much Like You In A Seattle Goth Club. (acheron) I’m Never Out Of My Element, Atlantean. And It Must Be Dire Indeed To Get You In Shorties, And On A Board. One Day I’m Actually Going To Get You To Say ‘rad Four-mill Steamer, Dude! (savitar)

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The Legislature Have Anxiously Provided For Those Most Useful And Deserving Body Of Men, The Seamen And Marines Of This Country.